Raidou

Raidou stops and looks to the pile, sliding them over and using an extended index to take tally. A single gold, two reds and two greens. A fair amount for a batch of mass healing crystals, once he made a trip to floor 4 for that cold-ivory. The gold refined into a catalyst, the red and greens when combined produced a healing liquid. Add a drop of gold to strengthen the brew, then a few leaves of white in a powder forced it to crystalize. When broken it would detonate and send that powder off in all directions. Other players hardly knew the routine or the function of such items, or how they cam

A spin of that cup in his hands, twirling a bit of the mixture in it before taking another sip. "It isn't no. Yes we are fighting for our freedom. But at what cost. I do hope your right, that once the players trapped in here are finally returned to reality, that they remember what it was like." He spoke through the lenses on the bridge of his nose, his anchor and ode to that very place. In Aincrad he hardly needed them, but in reality he did. By wearing them, he was constantly reminding himself what it was him and everyone was fighting for. Something so simple as a pair of glasses, playing the

A slight stick in Raidou's movements as his mind hangs for a moment, his hands ceasing motion. "Alright." he remarks as the movement begins again, he having the same sudden disjoint and confusion from the response. It was awkward, neither of them really knew how to respond or perceive the other. They were both weird herb picking silent types, and the distance was almost welcomed. Nemo shuffled away, beginning to sprinkle little bits of green leaves into a nearby pond. The nomad in red, continued to shift and blaze through the patch making that pile of his grow larger and larger. Through his he

Nemo shrugs and adverts his gaze from the covering, as Raidou continues to add more and more upon its surface. Reds and golds, a bit of blue and greens. Quite the number of all those cataloged within his book, beginning to form a nice pile side by side in routine. The NPC seemed to start to get bored, as the nomad continued to operate in almost total silence. Like a man on a mission, his hands never cease to move as he shuffles back and forth to each small square in that mentally projected grid. "I am going to go tend to some of the other nodes, you uh..." Nemo pauses for a moment, trying to d

The steel haired male moves closer to the robe playing tarp, leaning down and taking a glance at it. "So you wear it to be visible?" Nemo asks of Raidou as he continues to build a nice pile of plant life at his side. "Being the center of everything's focus makes tanking easier. Like a bull in an arena, its hard for the color and movement to not be visible." Spoken to the rhythmic breaking of herbs at his side, showing a nice pile beginning to form upon the robes expanse. Raidou was no stranger to this method, same thing every day. "I guess that makes sense now that you mention it, you would ki

4/25/21 Moved to Guild Vault

4/25/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 190540 CD: 1 +1 LD: 19 Critical Failure (4) 6 (+5 Ambition) 2 190541 CD: 1 +1 LD: 6 Critical Failure (1) 6

A bit of a lean toward the nomad sees him lean a bit back in his own right, there was still a barrier that he kept. Personal space was his own to keep and there was still some semblance of discomfort when it arose. "Every landscape imaginable, every smell and sight a new one." He'd cough softly, before taking another drink to steel his rising nerves. His attentions shift to his robe, laying beneath them both and still stunk of brimstone and oils. That smell would never fade, although it looked untarnished it remembered just as he did where they had been. "To resist captivity is to be huma

A slight smile, in a way the girl reminded him of a few someones. Wasn't the first to misunderstand how his tastes could savor bitter over sugar, but that was who he was. An almost desperate and frantic search cut short, a polite gesture and an ode to her desire to share what she had. As the jar playing glass was given away, she'd breathe deep in that green tea. "Not a problem, a small gesture paid in full." He'd swell in his own cup before finishing the last, pouring more with fluid and soft movements. "Risk, A walk into the unknown." He'd speak nursing the liquid into the cup, living se

A lift of his hand with a slow draw from the book as its placed to his side, grasping the girl's hand in his own. Recalling another that had done the same, even still it almost burned his skin with pins and needles accepting it. There was no change outwardly, practice came to effect but within the nomad was still nervous just repressed down. "I am not too particular on sweets, No." He responds gently to her with honesty, as she'd search him and find a pair of reflective lenses on the bridge of his nose. She was younger, chipper, unspoiled by this world it seemed. Where most were left call

Housing Addition (Most Recent Change Here) House Name: Hermit's Hermetics (Attachment/PK Accessible) Location: F22 - Cathedral of the Forgotten (Guild Hall)[Forest of Memory] Description: Most of what is built remains unfinished, a nod to the owner, and how most of the space provided is unnecessary. Rooms with no fixtures or place to rest, left barren for they serve no purpose. It is a strange contrast that something so large could be left so plain. when walking the halls one room may be empty while another is stocked to the hilt. Plot Size: Estate Room(s): [Basic Kitchen][Living Ro

4/18/21 Transferred to Guild Vault

4/18/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 189324 CD: 3 +1 LD: 2 Uncommon (1) 8 (+5 Ambition) 2 189325 CD: 8 +1 LD: 7 Rare (1) 10 (+5 Ambition)

Buying a bundle: 200 Materials 200*300=60000 Col

"Isn't it." Raidou replied rhetorically to the girl, unsure how to respond but all of these little exchanges had begun to make them easier. A fold of the leather-bound book in his hands shut, after a ribbon is tucked between the pages. His reading would have to wait for another time. A soft breeze carries across the rolling field of gold, casting them into a gentle fold before springing back upright. A death still lingered on his thoughts, and although he was content with how it played out, and that the decision was the correct one. It didn't make it any easier in the end. "You're we

Equipment Change Ticket (Paragon) Red Wanderer's Robe [T1/Perfect/Light Armor] - From Here Into Name: Robe of the Red Wanderer Profession: Rank: Roll ID: Roll Result: Item Type: Cloth Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Evasion 3 Post Link: Here

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Custom Skill Approval: ► The nomad who wanders Cost: 10 SP Passive Effect: Players with this skill ignore imposed mitigation enhancement caps on armor skills, the armor still must follow normal mitigation enhancement slot caps (I.E. Light Armor cannot have more then two) and this value can never exceed 3 slots of mitigation. All missed attacks against the player are now flavored as a "Parry" given you choose to stand your ground and make the opponent miss. A maximum of four players may hold this skill at at any given time. Description: A good swordsman knows that a sword can be as

ERUDA | Approved. Total EXP: 140000 Total SP: 175 Current Level: 31 Paragon Level: 20 Unlocked Paragon Rewards: Lv. 5 | Gain additional col equivalent to 10% of EXP earned in that thread. Lv. 10 | +3% EXP Gain. Notes: Earning a Living Quest Reward Excluded before, +1 SP added to calculation

ARABELLE | Approved. Total EXP: 61500 Total SP: 160 Current Level: 31 Paragon Level: 6 Unlocked Paragon Rewards: Lv. 5 | Gain additional col equivalent to 10% of EXP earned in that thread.

HIKKATO | Approved. Total EXP: 0 Total SP: 5 Current Level: 1 Paragon Level: 0

ELORA | Approved. Total EXP: 49500 Total SP: 155 Current Level: 31 Paragon Level: 3

Current Level: 88 Current SP: 604 SP Tracking (This may be easier): Item Upgrades: 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: Ebon Star - Vanguard Revenant Item ID: 173610a Item Tier: T3 Item Type: 2HSS Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: Vampiric (Offensive) 2, Taunt 1 Description: A dull hand and a half sword, heavy beyond compare to weapons of the same stature. Of pure osmium it cannot hold an edge, it mirrors a warrior long forgotten and forged upon a frostbi

Approved, enjoy the holy 2

Iris | Approved. Total EXP: 1000 Total SP: 15 Current Level: 3 Paragon Level: 0 Notes: //